Clarity: As easy as falling off a log.

Dear Seeking,

Today I begin my letter to you with a few lines of introduction, or maybe it's a list.  Or maybe it is subject headings.  Or maybe it's the condensed version of the paragraphs that follow.


Give a little bit of your time to me.  Give a little bit.  

I don't mind you coming here, and wasting all my time.


The last place I lived was called Clarity Acres.  It got me to thinking, recently, about whether I had been clear with you here.  These pages suggest a lot of ideas and projects, and places to go to, but I think what I am really hoping you will want to do is jump on in with me.  The water is fine! 

Let's go over it, then, in detail.  This thing is a blog, which is short for Web Log.  What is a log?  Well, if you watch Star Trek, you'll find that the Captain's Log is a nice place for some exposition in the narrative.  A log can be a journal, but the best logs aren't merely lists of what you did and when you did it.

The blog can be a kind of a bulletin board, where you might find a scrap of paper selling a used bike that you are interested in, or a notice of an upcoming Barn dance you'd like to attend, or an idea you'd like to mull on further.

I was dismissive of blogs for many years, because they seemed very dull to me to read (no, the irony is not lost on me!).  And, I also felt very awkward at the confessional position many of them take.  But, like so many things, what is fun to do is not as much fun to watch.  So, you know what I am saying, right?  I am saying that you must be the blog you wish to read.  You must beautify the world of the virtual, collective mind by making your contribution to it.

Well, go on then.

Every Day

Dear Readers,

Here is another place you can go:  Every Day for a While.  This photo of the eaves and roofline, plus trees and blue beyond seems just right to me as a place for a 'distracted thought.'  I know you will think so too!

Time is of the Essence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Persistence of Memory

Salvador Dali, 1931.

Collection of the Museum of Modern Art, New York.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Bookshelf,

 

I am so very slow to get around to things, and I could just kick myself, because sometimes opportunities completely vanish and I am left with an empty void, where once there was a space filled with potential and ideas.  Yes, I do mean that people die, and our hope of meeting them, or seeing them again soon is gone in a flash.  Don't let this happen to you, run out and grab some people and tell them something good.

 

I read a few months ago, an article about Ursula K. Le Guin and I noted that she wrote a blog.  It is quite a nice blog, in fact, but I only just finally took a look at it.  Please don't wait as long as I did.

 

 

 

Ursula K. Le Guin's Blog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS

 

This post's title might be our daily mantra, except for the terrible fact that enjoying a space, a place, a time,  or a person, requires one to forget, or consciously push aside, the transient nature of the world.  A painter I once knew, said that one needed to paint both urgently, as if it was one's last painting, and as if one had all the time in the world.